Doing some research on another project I came across some information of a discovery that just happened to take place on the date I was born. Part of me doesn't believe these kind of things mean anything and another more noisy part of me looks to connect the dots on any random shiny object that pops up in the static of data. Am I who I am from the position of planets? Am I who I am from the past lives I might have lived? Am I am who I am from the spirits that guide me with whispers? Am I who I am because of my deep love for you? Am I who I am because I was born under a Black Star?

The shocks and spasms and sparks I feel in my mind are like a crown of thorns. What can I do? In bed I'm so restless I can't sleep I need drugs to bring me down. I need the ceiling fan on and some radio show to drown out the noise in my brain. I can't sleep next to you. I feel your skin and the electricity within, and it's over for me.

I hope the pills work for me and I hope for you the pills work for me. I want so badly to be the man for you. I want that so bad, because I love you so.